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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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"Oi, it's me. Leave something here, would ya?"
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[Joining him once the order is done, she keeps her voice low-- because of course these two shitheads who decided to have a large order at fucking night time aren't going to get any extra credit points for being loud-- and takes the wait time to have another little conversation.]
So, Ken told me you're not feeling your best.
[She mumbles in his direction in Japanese, blocking the sound from the other side with her hand.
She leaves it at that, watching for his reaction.]
So, Ken told me you're not feeling your best.
[She mumbles in his direction in Japanese, blocking the sound from the other side with her hand.
She leaves it at that, watching for his reaction.]
[Kaneda bounces on his heels, letting his feet tap against the tile of the joint as he waits, hands stuffed in his pockets. He can hear the music playing idly in the background, watching as the workers start to pile on the burgers.]
...
[But then there's her soft whisper as they wait, Japanese music to his ears. But what she said cuts that instantly, eyes widening as he looks at her.]
Ken told you that?
[It's a little louder than her whisper, and the cashier notices, so he'll lower his voice for this next bit.]
He should talk.
...
[But then there's her soft whisper as they wait, Japanese music to his ears. But what she said cuts that instantly, eyes widening as he looks at her.]
Ken told you that?
[It's a little louder than her whisper, and the cashier notices, so he'll lower his voice for this next bit.]
He should talk.
[She eyes the cashier-- almost apologetically, but not quite-- before slipping her arm around Kaneda's and stepping on tip toe to whisper more effectively at him.]
Of course he should. You're taking care of him, aren't you?
[She eyes him expectantly, waiting for whatever protests or pouts or frustrations that may appear.]
Of course he should. You're taking care of him, aren't you?
[She eyes him expectantly, waiting for whatever protests or pouts or frustrations that may appear.]
[Kaneda leans his head down a little, lower lip jutting out when she says that. Because he couldn't--that's what happened. He'd failed to take care of him in the worst possible way. And while Kaneda had confidence in bounds, he can't lie either. He really failed on this, even Bull had more or less hinted at it, whether he knew it or not.]
Not right now.
He's with Minato.
Not right now.
He's with Minato.
[Maya shakes her head in response.]
That's not what I mean.
He looks up to you, you know? You take care of him.
[And, leaning against the drink counter and rolling her eyes-- not sarcastically, but as though she has some sort of secret.]
You two, together, look like brothers. That's what I mean.
That's not what I mean.
He looks up to you, you know? You take care of him.
[And, leaning against the drink counter and rolling her eyes-- not sarcastically, but as though she has some sort of secret.]
You two, together, look like brothers. That's what I mean.
[Brothers.
That gets his attention, watching as she rests her elbow on the counter, walking over to lean against it with her. It's amazing, he'd never considered it like that. But when the word was put out in the open, he couldn't deny it, either.]
Well, he is kind of short, huh.
[There's a little cheeky smile as he grabs that tray, obviously understanding exactly what Maya meant. BUt hell if he'll admit to it. Because right now, he's trying to let that sink in.
He looks up to you, you know? You take care of him.
Why did that suddenly lift his heart?? The guilt from what happened had weighed him down, because he couldn't protect him. But...he did, in the end, didn't he? He gave him to Minato. In the end, he'd done what was best for Ken.
Brothers. That's...
That's exactly what they were.]
That gets his attention, watching as she rests her elbow on the counter, walking over to lean against it with her. It's amazing, he'd never considered it like that. But when the word was put out in the open, he couldn't deny it, either.]
Well, he is kind of short, huh.
[There's a little cheeky smile as he grabs that tray, obviously understanding exactly what Maya meant. BUt hell if he'll admit to it. Because right now, he's trying to let that sink in.
He looks up to you, you know? You take care of him.
Why did that suddenly lift his heart?? The guilt from what happened had weighed him down, because he couldn't protect him. But...he did, in the end, didn't he? He gave him to Minato. In the end, he'd done what was best for Ken.
Brothers. That's...
That's exactly what they were.]
I hope he grows up taller than you, for that one.
[She snickers, now speaking in just slightly more free a volume. It looks like he's opened up, a little, though, and she twists to grab straws because who cares if I never mentioned them, they're getting drinks too. Turning and gently hitting his arm with said straws, she continues.]
See? Look, you look better now. You are a big softie.
[She snickers, now speaking in just slightly more free a volume. It looks like he's opened up, a little, though, and she twists to grab straws because who cares if I never mentioned them, they're getting drinks too. Turning and gently hitting his arm with said straws, she continues.]
See? Look, you look better now. You are a big softie.
You've got a lot of faith in him. Chibi's got a lot of growing to do!
[If they got drinks then there's also fries there because go full trash or go home.
But he watches as she swats those straws at him gently, leaning his head back incredulously.]
Oi, that doesn't make me soft!
[If they got drinks then there's also fries there because go full trash or go home.
But he watches as she swats those straws at him gently, leaning his head back incredulously.]
Oi, that doesn't make me soft!
He can catch up.
[And, using those straws to point to a table, she adds--]
It's okay. Soft looks good on you, even if it also makes you look like a dork.
[And, using those straws to point to a table, she adds--]
It's okay. Soft looks good on you, even if it also makes you look like a dork.
[That lower lip just as he sets the tray down. WHAT DID HE JUST SAY MAYA HE IS A STREET PUNK!!
...
Wait, he can so play this. The pout's quick to turn into a smile as he takes one of those burgers, holding it up for display.]
You know, that's gonna cost you one burger from your half.
...
Wait, he can so play this. The pout's quick to turn into a smile as he takes one of those burgers, holding it up for display.]
You know, that's gonna cost you one burger from your half.
Hey! What?
[Rude! She does her best not to laugh, but her grin can't be hidden by the pout she's attempting. She prods his side, sticking out her tongue.]
You can't get mad just because I'm right!
[Rude! She does her best not to laugh, but her grin can't be hidden by the pout she's attempting. She prods his side, sticking out her tongue.]
You can't get mad just because I'm right!
[She follows him, putting her stuff down on the table before leaning over him at the booth and trying to get at his sides to poke at them.]
Obviously! So give it up!
[you have started a war, Kaneda]
Obviously! So give it up!
[you have started a war, Kaneda]
[God save anyone working this shift who has to witness this bullshit.
Maya keeps poking, though she does manage--]
Fi-i-i-ine! You're not soft, hand it over!
[...She probably has something up her sleeve.]
Maya keeps poking, though she does manage--]
Fi-i-i-ine! You're not soft, hand it over!
[...She probably has something up her sleeve.]
[And there is Bull. Sitting on his floor. Surrounded by those Christmas junk mail fliers everyone gets in the mail every year. They are everywhere. Covering the floor.]
[... Dalish is rolling around on one of them, occasionally batting a scrap of paper up into the air.]
This.
All this holiday crap.
[... Dalish is rolling around on one of them, occasionally batting a scrap of paper up into the air.]
This.
All this holiday crap.
[!?!?
This is not what he expected when entering Bull's room. The papers covering the floor, the...piles of magazines, the brochures, everything. Holy shit.]
You look like some damn conspiracy theorist...
[But he'll crouch, right next to Dalish as he boops her butt to the side a little, picking one up.]
Ah yeah, there's one after Eating day. Something about presents and trees, yeah?
[At least, the pictures support it.]
This is not what he expected when entering Bull's room. The papers covering the floor, the...piles of magazines, the brochures, everything. Holy shit.]
You look like some damn conspiracy theorist...
[But he'll crouch, right next to Dalish as he boops her butt to the side a little, picking one up.]
Ah yeah, there's one after Eating day. Something about presents and trees, yeah?
[At least, the pictures support it.]
Yeah, well. It's a thing.
[As he flips through some kitchen supply store ad.]
[Meanwhile, Dalish elects to ignore the boop, and rubs along Kaneda's side, purring dramatically. Love her, adore her.]
Something like that. Guess it's doubly important you get crap for people you're uh.
...
Y'know. Dating.
[As he flips through some kitchen supply store ad.]
[Meanwhile, Dalish elects to ignore the boop, and rubs along Kaneda's side, purring dramatically. Love her, adore her.]
Something like that. Guess it's doubly important you get crap for people you're uh.
...
Y'know. Dating.
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